P.S. I subbed spinach for the arugula, because I'm poor cheap and already had it in my fridge.

Onto Act II of my wild evening, where I catch up on my Tivo: Real Housewives of Atlanta, Cougar Town, and Modern Family. My 9pm bedtime narcolepsy refuses to allow me to see any of these shows at their original air times, and I'll need to be able to make conversation about these pillars of popular culture when I eventually decide to rejoin society.

Act III includes finishing my book (for book club!), a cup of tea, and slumber before my friends are even slipping on their stilettos for the night.

So I’ll never be labeled a party animal. Whatever. By the end of the week, I need a break from little people touching me, talking to me, and stepping on my feet. A bar is the last place I want to be. But my bar ban only last for the next 24 hours or less. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night, Charlotte.

YES! Especially since I woke up (sans alarm) at 6:38 this morning. My body gets me up early no matter WHAT time I go to bed, and if I go out Fridays and Saturdays I roll into bed Sunday night with about 8 hours of sleep total. There's no way to catch up!